I tried. I really did.
I wanted to coast into 2016 with my fingers on the keyboard and that path from my heart/soul to my fingertips navigating my way through life’s many obstacles. It’s what I do.
I gathered the five questions from my kids Jan. 31 and shoved off. But, it stalled. So, I tried again this morning.
And this morning, I ran out of words. I promised certain blogger friends I’d never write a post like this, because honestly, they suck. Who walks away from their blog, permanently or temporarily?
I’ve historically had little sympathy for writers who stop writing.
If you’re a writer, you should write. I’m a writer. But, I can’t write, right now. Not like this, anyway. I hope you won’t give up on this place and the words that come from it, though. Because …
- I have poignant (and hopefully not too late) words on another blogger’s page scheduled for tomorrow.
- I have excellent interviews to post with Jennifer Iacovelli and Norine McDaniel on their books.
- I have an entertaining guest post from PD Webb ready in drafts.
- I have inspiring #GirlsRock interviews I’ll continue to cultivate.
I can’t stop I believe thoughts every day. Turns out I had an I Believe post I’d just wrapped up last week, one I planned to post on Monday despite what goes on in the real world, because writers write, right?
Like Ken Griffey Jr. when he benched himself late in his baseball career, I’m pulling myself out of the lineup.
Not for good. Hell no, not for good. Life won’t defeat me. I’m pissed as hell it’s doing this much. I’m pissed as hell as I review my life’s elements and that it would render me this way.
Words were always my way through, but they’ve dried up now, too.
My own words from days ago, the last I Believe of this post, will drive me forward. I’ll see you soon. In a week, I hope, but maybe a month.
Every day we waste keeping ourselves from something beautiful, something we love, well, that’s the ultimate waste, isn’t it?
I believe ‘never give up’ might be the most essential words to humankind.
I believe there’s a lot of beauty we can’t see in our mirrors, and that’s where friends come in and reflect it to us.
I believe parenthood takes a sharp turn toward fun the day we don’t have to wipe little butts anymore.
I believe an aardvark would make a kickass pet.
I believe that to be a good dad you just have to try to be a dad. Or at least want to.
I believe there’s a profound peace in feeding the ducks.
I believe I’ve found the best things in life when I wasn’t even looking.
I believe when your team is in the World Series … that’s all that matters.
I believe there’s a beautiful age when a kid can carry an enlightening conversation, and thinks nothing of holding a parent’s hand. Love it.
I believe life sometimes comes down to PKs.
I believe there are few hurts in life as crushing as your favorite team losing a championship.
I believe as parents we hope we could have contributed to – or at least not been a detriment to – our children’s big, beautiful lives.
I believe some of the best and earth-moving statements are followed almost immediately by the thought “did I just really say that?” #PowerOfTheBlurt
I believe my soul feels a little like the plant in Little Shop of Horrors sometimes. Feed me?
I believe there’s a purgatory we find at a certain age when we’re not safe from pimples nor wrinkles.
I believe I have a shelf life, and expiration date. I believe I still don’t want to know what it is.
I believe love and tortillas aren’t the entire answer to life’s ills – but at least 78% of it.
I believe myself to be a bit of an introverted extrovert. Anyone else?
I believe it’s in the unshiny moments of parenthood that we find the shiniest things, sometimes.
I believe aunts with amazing stories are winning. All the time.
I believe “Just sprinkle lots of cheese over it,” is a way of life.
I believe shrimp and grits will always trump quinoa.
I believe my best standup comedy comes while I’m sitting down.
I believe it’s better to have compassion in one’s heart than to win at Nab-it with a nasty dirty word.
I believe the blogger’s mind never really rests.
I believe Kit-Kat and strawberries to be champions in their particular food categories.
I believe when it comes to aging, all we can hope for is a graceful descent and avoidance of the precipitous fall.
I believe when a car (and a person) reach a certain age, they move from being old to being classic.
I believe birthdays and burgers ought to always go together.
I believe food made/eaten with those you love is automatically more delicious.
I believe a tagalong kid is just what a dad needs some days.
I believe man (and woman) can’t live on sugar alone.
I believe some roosters are just assholes. This is probably true for 87% of the fowl kingdom.
I believe so much of who we become is innate. As parents, we can lift a child a bit, but our main job is not to eff it up.
I believe gratitude and guacamole should be served before every single meal.
I believe churros are God’s answer to my prayer for a portable dessert suitable for driving.
I also believe the right churro needs no dipping sauce.
I believe blogging without a sense of community and our place in it (as well as others’) is like eating a delicious meal all alone.
I believe caffeine and blogger friends are essential to my sustenance.
I believe sunsets, sunrises, moon sets, moon rises, meteor showers, Orion and planets that shine at dawn and dusk alone in the sky rock are the Creator’s swag.
I believe that in part of the evolution of humankind, the struggle that once was between man and sabre-toothed tiger has morphed into man and assembly of kids’ Christmas toys. Only sometimes are prehistoric cats the more daunting of the two.